"Listen to the music?" The scholar took back the Fantian seal, but he did not tie it around his waist but held it in his left hand, and said with a smile: "It is said that you have not opened your mouth to sing for a hundred years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"I didn't meet anyone who could open his mouth to sing, why did he speak. Xiao Sheng's answer was flat, except that his hands were raised at shoulder level.

The sound of the flute opened, and the loud sound was like a sharp sword in the hand, echoing, like a silent wind, but where the gust of wind passed was broken stones and broken gold, not a single inch of grass was left.

The wind rose, the sound of the flute was loud, and the thick reverberation of the guqin was like the water of the autumn waves, with a trace of desolation and a unique killing intent that emerged in sadness.

If you look around the scholar, there is a blur, it is a blur caused by the distortion of space, it is a gust of wind, it is the sound of a piano, but if you look closely, there are thousands of swords galloping.

What the scholar did was relatively simple, why did he say it was simple, because he just stood still, still maintaining the movement of holding the Fantian seal in his left hand.

A mountain, down to the sky, this mountain suddenly covered it, protecting the scholar in it, and then the sword qi from all directions came horizontally.

The wind was raging, the sound of metal clashing, and the thunder roared endlessly, as if the Tianshan Mountains in the west were collapsing, and that kind of rumbling vastness was actually completely flattened by the aftermath alone.

It was not like a natural disaster that collapsed in an instant, but like peeling an apple, like breaking an onion, peeling off the entire Valley of Flowers layer by layer.

The Hanging Star River was shattered, and the huge current from the wild Zhuan River poured down, and the water of the Zhuan River that fell down like a heavenly river was actually blown upstreams by the wind, rushed up to the sky, and disappeared.

The sound of the flute became higher, and the gloomy meaning in the sound of the piano suddenly became solemn, and a roar from the strongest war horse in Xiyuan neighed, and the heroic souls who died on the battlefield rode war horses with the song of slaughter in ambush on all sides, galloping.

A horse, a person, a spear, rushed in formation, that belonged to the battlefield of slaughter, fierce, even as a demon lord, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

But it's just frowning, his movements still haven't changed, the square seal is still so stable, the momentum of the majestic mountain is exactly like this, and I can't stand in front of all kinds of dangers.

The heaven and the earth suddenly lost their light, and the sky was dark, even if the sound was loud, even if the sound of the piano was heavy, it could not break through the heaviness of the night.

In the darkness, they could see each other, and the sword naturally moved, the clear water sword of the willow leaf, his clear water sword did not stab the scholar, because he clearly understood that he could not participate in that battle, so his sword stabbed at the four heroes of Nanjun who were crumbling under the support of the formation.

Outside the valley, the clear water sword of the willow leaf trembled because of the strength of the scholar, and it was even more unbearable to step into the valley at this time, and even trembled so much that the willow leaf could not stab a sword.

How powerful is he? Liu Ye was terrified, I was afraid that if he stabbed a sword on the white-clothed scholar, he would be as overwhelmed as the Liu Ye sword in his hand.

He is a strong man who knows his fate, but in front of the scholar he is the beast to be slaughtered, the meat on the chopping board.

Liu Ye snorted coldly, stabilized his mind, the Qing Shui Sword slashed in the palm of his hand, and appeased the Qing Shui Sword with the temperature of the blood in the palm of his palm, as if he felt the master's heart, the Qing Shui Sword trembled even more, but this time the trembling was angry!

The Qingshui Sword has been conceived in the Zhuan River for thousands of years, it is a thing of heaven and earth, how can it tremble and be unable to move because of a person's breath at this time? A cold light flashed in this darkness, this cold light did not appear suddenly, but stood firmly in this darkness, although it was negligible, at least in this darkness, he lit up, then his heart was firm, even the scholars turned their heads to look at it.

That is, he took a look, so he saw what Liu Ye did, a sword came out, vertical and horizontal, it was the Qing Shui Sword, and the Qing Shui Sword hung on the galaxy!

The scholar looked up, and the night was still night, but his night was not pure, because there was something in the night, and he did not drive it away.

It is a kind of will, a kind of will that can stab a sword in adversity and despair, and that silk will drive the water of the Zhuan River that has been blown up to the sky.

In an instant, the thunder roared, the torrential rain poured down, and the sudden arrival of the torrential rain in the dark night was unguarded, and no one expected it, even scholars had to say that all this was too much of a coincidence, but this coincidence was so natural.

The water of the Zhuan River turned into thunder and the torrential rain destroyed the already desolate land in an instant, and the dense rain and the heroic soul of the warrior, the roar of the war horse, and the fierceness of the spear fell on this majestic mountain in an instant.

The mountains are majestic, but this intention is so fierce, the wind blows so quickly and the rainy day makes a combination, the warriors brave the rain and attack at night, spears and stabs, so a dark and rainy night ambush on all sides.

Liu Ye didn't know the impact of his stabbing sword, the intention of the Qingshui Sword and the water of the Zhuan River made the night no longer a pure night, and if there was rain, it was not a night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the scholar was a little passive.

He is a scholar who can kill, he killed too many people under the moon and the dark wind, but he didn't expect that his moon and the dark wind and high murder night were broken under such a coincidence, and if there was no artistic conception, he naturally lost the upper hand, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's funny, but it's good, it's not in vain. ”

A scream is so clear in the thunder and rain, how painful is that?

This roar of pain was very close to the begonia, and he could see it clearly, Wu Cang's right hand was broken, and the red was implicated in the flesh and blood meridians, and the crescent moon finally tore the flesh and blood meridians of Wu Cang, and several eyes at Wu Cang's neck blinked wildly, and the screams were endless, and the corners of those eyes were left with green blood, which belonged to the blood of the demon clan.

At that moment, the black hair was completely white, and he knelt on the ground, the wrinkles on his face were like the slightest ripples splashed by a stone thrown into the lake, and his voice was so slow and old, he turned his head slowly, blinked slowly, and his voice was like the hoarse kind of water that he had not drunk in the desert for three days and three nights.

"Save ...... Help me......"

What is salvation and why is salvation?

Haitang originally wanted to kill Wu Cang, but he remembered Yu Qingming, who fused with Qi Qi's remnant soul for revenge and became inhuman, demon and demon, and he remembered one thing, Yu Qingming waited for so long, and suffered in pain and burning every day and night, all because of Wu Cang's greed, greed for power and immortality.

So why do you want to kill Wu Cang? The most painful thing for a person who is so eager for power is to lose all this, but he is also a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and will never seek death, so selfishness and greed, and pain, let him suffer and suffer with time, and only in this way can Yu Qingming's heart be comforted, and the people of the Yu family can be comforted.

Why did Wu Cang let Haitang save him? Because the white-clothed scholar who was still so conspicuous in the dark night had given up on him, but he didn't let him die after all, no matter how dark the world was, the thunderstorm could not hurt Wu Cang in the slightest.

For all this...... It's despair...... is the most horrific punishment......

"Karma reaps the consequences. Begonia turned away and ignored it.

(To be continued.) )